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The Progress of Love


I’ve started including “According to my calculations” sincerely in daily casual conversation. Also Dylan just caught me rocking out to Air Supply’s “Lost in Love.” He looked at me, shook his head slightly, and grinned. In former days, Dylan would’ve revolted, he would’ve covered his face with his hands, and beseeched God hard, but now he seems to be accepting and embracing shit just as it is. The progress of love. Soon you arrive at all the improbable turns and impossible twists as they happen, and you accept everything. You enjoy shit just as it is.


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